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Meta Jane

Published March 31, 2018 in Cintusia , Meta Jane - 0 Comments

Meta Jane

Bill collector,

chiropractor,

prophylactic

anaphylactic.

She shocked me.

Introspective,

retrospective.

Self-reflective

Man collective.

She shocked me.

When she changed her name

to

Meta Jane.

“If you vibe with Meta, call me Meta.”

“If you vibe with Jane, call me Jane.” said Meta Jane.

“If you vibe with Meta Jane, then call me for dinner.

I’ll be there with bells on.”

Even My Name

Published January 27, 2018 in Cintusia - 0 Comments

Even My Name

After 30 days in the jungle,

she had an epiphany.

Saw her entire life,

everything she had worked so hard for,

fallen into disrepair.

She realized her life had to be completely rebuilt.

The pattern had to be broken.

The tragedy of all the women in her family

that came before her

had to be augmented.

Changed once and of all,

charged on ayahuasca

she saw an opportunity

to alter her DNA.

She would change her name.

Telephone Girl

Published January 6, 2018 in Cintusia - 0 Comments

Telephone Girl

Open window in mid-December,

wind and light snow blowing in.

Steam radiator hissing.

Seated on her bed in a tee shirt and pajama bottoms.

Comfortable in the cold night.

In command, working the phone.

“Ok, enough. Goodbye”

Cleaning house,

“Had to shed him” she said,

matter of factly.

Jack shivered slightly,

wondering when it would be his turn in the barrel.

“Don’t worry” she said,

sensing his trepidation.

Word Play

Published November 29, 2017 in Cintusia , Jack Sprat , NY Stories - 0 Comments

 

Word Play2“A hard-on is not chemistry”, Cynthia said,

Hands on hips.

“Damn it!” he thought.

“So close and she has to get all

definitiony. Fuck!”

“You’re right, baby.” he said apologetically.

“Don’t ‘you’re right baby’, me.”

“I’m driving you home.” she said.

Somehow she hit every green light

on the avenue.

Jack couldn’t catch a break.

What the Mind Wants

Published November 16, 2017 in Cintusia - 0 Comments

What the Mind Wants

Cynthia dreamt what
her imagination asked of her
as she slept in a castle.
Jimmy came to her
and they had a fling.
She got pregnant and had to tell him.
He also had something important to tell her.
Neither would yield until the other
shared their secret.
Violet, Jimmy’s girlfriend
flitted around in the background
while George, Cynthia’s husband
watched them like a hawk.
No one cared, she was writing her next book.

Wayward Trajectory

Published June 5, 2017 in Cintusia , Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Wayward Trajectory

Jack had long ago weaponized his intellect.

Using argument to get the upper hand.

What he was not prepared for was it to be used against him.

“You said you valued the truth. The truth is I’m tired of you.” said Cynthia.

He winced and tried to catch his breath.

A precise armour piercing missile.

Besame Mucho

Published March 14, 2017 in Cintusia - 0 Comments

Besame Mucho

Lovely, but not a terribly good kisser.

Bit of a vice grip disappointment, really.

She had other charms.

At the party, she pushed the chocolate cake into his face.

“You’re good for me”, she said.

He drove her car home.

Carried her up three flights to her room.

Tucked her in and sighed.

“I’m all in.”